This is the book you never read. These are the words you never said. This is the path you'll never tread. These are the dreams you'll dream instead. This is the joy that's seldom spread. These are your tears. The tears you shed. This is your fear. This is your dread. These are the contents of your head and this is what they represent And this is how you feel.(Annie Lenox)
I'm sure that you did more than you could. Milord from heaven
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This is the book you never read.
These are the words you never said.
This is the path you'll never tread.
These are the dreams you'll dream instead.
This is the joy that's seldom spread.
These are your tears.
The tears you shed.
This is your fear.
This is your dread.
These are the contents of your head
and this is what they represent
And this is how you feel.(Annie Lenox)
I'm sure that you did more than you could. Milord from heaven
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